Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We may be a small island, but we are not a small people.
My love for traveling to islands amounts to a pathological condition known as nesomania, an obsession with islands. This craze seems reasonable to me, because islands are small self-contained worlds that can help us understand larger ones.
We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.
By and large, prisons are survivable, though hope is indeed what you need least upon entering here; a lump of sugar would be more useful.
My desire was not to pass any island without taking possession, so that, one having been taken, the same may be said of all.
I thought to live on an island was like living on a boat. Islands intrigue me. You can see the perimeters of your world. It's a microcosm.
I grew up on a tiny little island.
When you grow up on an island, what matters is how you stand to the sea.
Well, I don't think prisons are the answer to everything, obviously.
I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.